Their eyes met.
Both of their pupils held only the other, each sizing the other up.
Luo Qingwu stared unblinkingly. In her past life, she had seen countless handsome men, but the man not far away still made her eyes light up, unable to look away.
An exquisite black robe draped over his tall, slender frame. His brows were sharp as if carved by a knife, his nose bridge high and straight, his thin lips pressed tightly together—his entire face was breathtakingly handsome.
His pitch-black pupils were cold and sharp, like a demon from hell, carrying an aura that looked down upon the world. He possessed a natural, kingly presence that seemed to rule over all, creating an invisible pressure that made others shrink back in fear.
A strong one. Dangerous. Not to be trifled with.
"You're sick, but I can cure you," Luo Qingwu said with a serious expression.
It didn't matter if he was dangerous and not to be trifled with.
He was sick, and she had the medicine—wasn't that a way to build a connection?
If she wanted to gain a foothold in the imperial capital, she needed connections, and perhaps this man before her could be one.
Who was he?
The original body's memories didn't seem to include this person.
"How dare you! How dare you disrespect the Night King!" Luo Haixuan was furious, stealing a cautious glance at Di Moye, afraid he would lose his temper and punish the Luo family.
Everyone in the imperial capital knew the Night King was not to be trifled with.
Although he kept to himself, everyone knew he was decisive and ruthless. Those who offended him never met a good end.
Luo Qingwu pursed her lips. So he was a prince—no wonder he carried such innate nobility.
Di Moye?
The youngest and most favored son of the late emperor, yet he had suffered from a severe illness since childhood and rarely appeared in public. He was known as a demon.
The original owner, who only had eyes for the crown prince, naturally had no memory of him.
"You know how to treat illnesses?" Di Moye's expression remained unchanged. No one on the continent could cure his illness. How dare a good-for-nothing from the Luo family say such a thing?
Was she not afraid he would snap her neck?
He glanced at the corpse on the ground, a meaningful glint flashing in his pitch-black pupils. This was definitely not something a good-for-nothing could accomplish.
"Yes," Luo Qingwu nodded.
"Night King, you mustn't listen to her nonsense. I'll have her leave immediately," Luo Haixuan said nervously, inwardly cursing Luo Qingwu to the heavens.
If she wanted to die, she could do it herself—just don't drag the Luo family into it.
"This prince wishes to hear it," Di Moye's tone brooked no refusal.
Luo Haixuan was stunned. How could the Night King believe a good-for-nothing? Although she had seemed like a different person since yesterday, he still didn't believe she could treat illnesses.
Luo Qingwu curved her red lips slightly and said slowly, "I don't want outsiders present. Night King, you wouldn't want irrelevant people to know about your condition, would you?"
"You all, leave," Di Moye's cold gaze swept toward Luo Haixuan.
Luo Haixuan took a deep breath, glared at Luo Qingwu, and signaled for everyone else to follow him out.
Madam Liu gritted her teeth in anger but had no choice but to leave. She wanted to see how this good-for-nothing, who had boasted so boldly today, would handle it when she couldn't cure the Night King's illness.
A moment later.
Luo Qingwu withdrew her hand from Di Moye's pulse, her expression grave. "Your illness can be treated, but it's somewhat complicated, and ordinary medicinal herbs won't work."
"Medicinal herbs are not a problem. Are you certain you can cure it?" Di Moye's expression remained unchanged, his gaze deep and unfathomable, revealing nothing of his emotions.
"Yes, but it will take at least half a year. This illness has been with you since the womb. How difficult it is to treat, I'm sure the Night King understands better than I do," Luo Qingwu said meaningfully.
Di Moye's thin lips tightened, his gaze cold and profound. The origin of his illness was unknown to the outside world, yet she had discerned it simply by taking his pulse.
Interesting!
"Luo Qingwu, I'm going to kill you!"
A furious, almost hysterical roar echoed through the courtyard.
Luo Qingwu glanced toward the entrance and saw Luo Xueluan, disheveled and wretched, looking even more filthy and pitiful than a beggar.
"Where did this beggar come from? Get out of here," Luo Qingwu said, covering her nose with disdain.
Luo Xueluan was driven to madness by the insult—she called her a beggar!
When she woke up that morning, she found herself lying among a pile of corpses in a mass burial ground. In that moment, she was nearly scared to death.
Last night, her father had arranged for someone to kill Luo Qingwu and dump her body in the mass burial ground. So why had she ended up there instead?
It must have been Luo Qingwu's doing.
"I'm going to kill you, you wretched woman!" Luo Xueluan charged into the front hall, claws bared, looking ready to murder.
Luo Qingwu stood her ground, watching Luo Xueluan as if she were a clown. As soon as she drew near, Luo Qingwu swung the hairpin in her hand.
"Ah…!"
A sharp cry of pain rang out as Luo Xueluan clutched her face, collapsing to the ground and writhing in agony.
"Oh my, it's my cousin! I thought some beggar had barged in to assassinate the Night King. My apologies, I might have struck a bit too hard."
A playful glint flashed in Luo Qingwu's starlit eyes, her expression feigning innocence.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Xueluan would never attempt to assassinate the Night King."
Luo Haixuan's voice sounded from the doorway. Upon learning that his daughter had come to the front hall to confront Luo Qingwu, he and Madam Liu had rushed over, fearing she might cause trouble.
"Then she must have intended to assassinate me," Luo Qingwu said, her expression icy.
Madam Liu looked at her daughter's injured face with heartache and angrily retorted, "Xueluan would never do such a thing."
Luo Qingwu snorted coldly. "Fortunately, the Night King was here, or I'd have a hundred mouths and still not be able to clear my name. Isn't that right, Night King?"
"Lord Luo, your daughter needs discipline," Di Moye said coldly, affirming Luo Qingwu's words.
Luo Haixuan's heart sank, but he forced a smile onto his face. "Rest assured, Night King, I will certainly teach her a proper lesson. I apologize for the embarrassment today."
Di Moye ignored him, his gaze fixed on Luo Qingwu. "This prince will send someone to fetch you tomorrow."
"Very well," Luo Qingwu nodded.
"If you dare deceive this prince, your head will roll," Di Moye said, his eyes as cold as a deep pool, his tone icy with a warning of death.
Luo Qingwu's lips twitched slightly. She straightened her back and replied fearlessly, "I will prove it to you."
Di Moye stared into her eyes. The young woman's gaze was clear, free of any impurity. He even saw a look of confidence, as if victory was already in her grasp. Was she truly that self-assured?
If she could really cure him…
For twenty years, he had been tormented for twenty long years.
After seeing Di Moye leave, Luo Xueluan lunged at Luo Qingwu. Her face had been ruined once again, and she was determined to kill her.
Luo Qingwu nimbly dodged, mocking her, "Trying to kill me? The Night King said he would send someone for me tomorrow. If anything happens to me, all of you will pay with your lives!"
"You worthless wretch! Don't think you can act high and mighty just because you've latched onto the Night King. If you fail to cure his illness, you'll die," Luo Xueluan sneered, her expression turning gleeful by the end.
Ahhh! She was going mad with rage!
Before, she had always been the one bullying Luo Qingwu. Why had everything changed since yesterday? She couldn't accept it.
"You'd better pray I can cure the Night King, otherwise if I deceive him, it will inevitably implicate the Luo family. If we're going to die, let's all die together, hahaha." Luo Qingwu laughed like a mad devil.
As her words fell.
Luo Haixuan, Madam Liu, and Luo Xueluan all turned pale, each seething with rage, their sharp, knife-like gazes wishing they could slice Luo Qingwu into a thousand pieces.
What a disgusting jinx she is!